“The Homeless Man”

 

There's a homeless man on 5th and Broad

That no one knows except for God

 

People on that street just pass him by

Still the tattered old man never ask why

 

Yes ever morning from ten till noon

He lives his life to a simple tune

 

He tunes his guitar and begins to play

Hoping that money will come his way

 

He knows that others could lead him astray

So he trust in God that he'll be okay

 

He rises each morning to face each day

As he drops to his knees and begins to pray

 

Saying Lord, “I don't have much but I have to say

Thank you God for everyday!”